SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
He doesn’t step past even though Nikandr stops to allow him to. Instead, a polite and crooked smile blooms on his face briefly. “Couldn’t hurt, right?” He says softly, in regards to the coffee, pulling his stormy steel gaze away from the thinner man, glancing across the crowd.
He spots Isla first, offering a small twist of a smile to his friend, until everyone else is suddenly ignored when he spots the person she's with as he greets him across the way.
Now, he assumes it’s Everest just based off of knowledge, but gods, he doesn’t look it.
Sunjata pales, hands suddenly clammy as he regards Everest and his face (or lack there of) because the attuned’s face appears to be half there and half not; too many eyes sunk into the flesh, both into his cheeks and up through his forehead, and the smile is one full of needle-like teeth; and everything seems black with a certain violet sheen.
Sunjata thinks he might be sick, his stomach rampaging against itself, the walls of his mouth suddenly sweats, and the Flood doesn’t even look at Nikandr as he starts to withdraw, navy feathers sprouting in his hair and along his shoulders, down and down as he steps back as if he’s seen a true ghost.
“If you’ll uh, excuse me.” Sunjata manages to say before the man shifts into the macaw and darts through the trees, away from the Festival to gain some distance between himself and Everest (at the very least).
Sunjata out! ;-;
He spots Isla first, offering a small twist of a smile to his friend, until everyone else is suddenly ignored when he spots the person she's with as he greets him across the way.
Now, he assumes it’s Everest just based off of knowledge, but gods, he doesn’t look it.
Sunjata pales, hands suddenly clammy as he regards Everest and his face (or lack there of) because the attuned’s face appears to be half there and half not; too many eyes sunk into the flesh, both into his cheeks and up through his forehead, and the smile is one full of needle-like teeth; and everything seems black with a certain violet sheen.
Sunjata thinks he might be sick, his stomach rampaging against itself, the walls of his mouth suddenly sweats, and the Flood doesn’t even look at Nikandr as he starts to withdraw, navy feathers sprouting in his hair and along his shoulders, down and down as he steps back as if he’s seen a true ghost.
“If you’ll uh, excuse me.” Sunjata manages to say before the man shifts into the macaw and darts through the trees, away from the Festival to gain some distance between himself and Everest (at the very least).
Sunjata out! ;-;
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
